Chapter 118 The Power of Judgment Belongs to Victor! (Monthly Ticket Requested!)

Baja California. Mexicali TV.

Prime time at noon.

The host with exquisite make-up had just finished broadcasting the news. The camera zoomed out, and when he was about to say the concluding remarks, he saw a staff member rushing in from outside the broadcast station and handing a document in his hand to the director.

The host immediately understood that new material was suddenly added.

The director looked at it and asked someone to hand it over to the host. When the latter got it, he frowned, but after all, he was a professional and his expression was solemn.

"Insert an important message!"

"Armed drug traffickers attacked a military camp in Sonora state, 6 kilometers away from the border area of ​​Baja California. There were many casualties. Artillery fire once fell on Baja California, causing 17 civilian casualties. We and the security forces strongly condemn this behavior and will let Drug dealers pay with blood!”

"Baja California Security Minister Alejandro said there will be a new round of crackdown on drug traffickers!"

Major Barrera: Ang? What on earth was I attacked by?

But this thing is not decided by whoever says it first.

Before the shelling was over, the press release from the city hall was written.

If you are even half a step slower, it won’t even be your turn to eat shit.

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After two consecutive rounds of shelling from 12 A-19 cannons.

The 500 heavily armed violent terrorist mobile teams (EDTV) entered a valley in Sonora called Cambra.

Drug traffickers and their relatives are hidden here, as well as about 2,000 hectares of plantations. It is an important industrial park in Sinaloa.

There is also an artillery battalion composed of 12 BM-13 rocket launchers behind the ground troops.

"The direction of the ground troops' attack!"

"Keep 300 meters!"

"Xu Jin barrage!"

"put!"

12 BM-13 rocket launchers lined up in a row, and with the commander's order, 192 rockets were fired towards the target!

Boom boom boom boom!

200 meters away from where the troops on the road were charging, there was a burst of explosions, and the smoke blocked the sight of both the enemy and ourselves.

This tactic was invented during the First World War on the Somme and has always been called "piano music before the charge" by the infantry. It can protect the lives of our own soldiers within an effective range.

On the Humvee, the driver drove so fast towards the valley that the machine gunner was almost knocked off his feet. He kept pressing his finger on the trigger and refused to let go, but the smoke was really choking his nose. The driver covered his nose and didn't pay attention. The right tire hit a hole about 40cm deep, and the car immediately lost control.

flipped…

The infantrymen behind, relying only on their legs, rushed forward with their heads buried.

When Camp 36 exploded, the drug dealer leaders in the valley felt that something was wrong, and it must have been Victor.

Can't this son of a bitch take two days off?

He shouted at the drug dealers to push out heavy weapons.

"Hurry up! Aim at that piece of smoke!" On the commanding heights of the valley, there are about a hundred drug traffickers. They are very organized and appear busy but not chaotic. They even have artillery positions drawn.

We can see a lot of artillery, but... we can't tell what model it is. It's more like homemade. The muzzle is quite thick, and you can fit your head into it.

At least the diameter should be 100mm or higher.

These are actually the barrels used by drug traffickers to "sell" drugs. Sometimes when they encounter inspections on the US-Mexico border, Mexican drug dealers are unable to deliver the goods, so they think of stuffing drugs into the barrels and then firing them.

If you have this kind of brain, what can you do wrong?

However, in Mexico, in addition to being fucked by drug dealers, it seems that you are fucked by drug dealers.

After being improved by "external experts", these DIY artillery can at least be comparable to the mortar weapons from the World War II era.

"Get ready!" The drug dealer leader raised his flag, but he saw a drug dealer still sticking his butt out and kicked him, "NMD, get ready!"

The other party hurriedly got up, holding the cannonball in his hand. He watched nervously as the leader lowered his hand and quickly stuffed the cannonball into the barrel.

Collapse~

With a soft sound, the shell flew directly out and exploded in the smoke.

As long as it can explode, there will be harm!

A shell happened to fall into a team of about seven or eight police officers. The sergeant leading the team shrank his pupils and shouted: "Refugiarse! (Dodge!)"

When you go up, you have to kick away the cannonballs.

But before the kick could reach him, the shell exploded, directly lifting the nearly 200-pound body of the sergeant and his equipment into the air. When he fell, his flesh and blood were bloody, and his right leg, starting from the calf, was blown away.

His face was also severely injured. He was gasping for air, blood seeping out of his nostrils, and he looked like he was going to die.

The shock wave and flying debris also brought down nearby police officers.

this…

Is TMD a war or a drug war?

"Artillery! Artillery! Forward coverage!"

The person in charge of the EDTV is an EDM veteran and the second person under Victor's command besides Kennedy, Zolf Sherman, nicknamed "M4"!

From this nickname, you can tell that he is very tall.

He saw that the drug dealer actually had artillery, and quickly called to the artillery battalion behind him.

"receive!"

The Katyusha artillery crew all raised the angle. They didn't know the exact coordinates, so just blow it up!

Ignore him, just blast him.

Before Lao Maozi's weapon was invented, he never thought about coordinates. Anyway, it only needs to be able to cover it with firepower.

Boo hoo hoo…

Hundreds of rockets flew over Zolph Sherman's head, and the valley was shaken twice. He grinned and said, "Blast them to death!"

But when he was about to face the second round of artillery fire, he was... gone.

When he was about to press the intercom, the other party spoke first, in a very anxious tone, "We are attacked! Repeat, we are attacked, damn, they are all drug dealers, glory to Victor! Long live Victor!"

The voice was full of despair and madness at the end.

Zolph Sherman was stunned. The drug dealers... started to use roundabout tactics?

Fuck!

These bastards actually started to use tactics?

Did the drug dealers learn to be smart?

After all, they are also human beings. They are not so stupid that they stay in one place and get bombed all the time. Drug dealers move quickly. They are very suitable for guerrilla warfare. It is difficult to find dozens of people who can just go in.

Zolf Sherman was very calm and changed the radio channel. "Pilot, the artillery support group has been attacked. Please go to support."

"Understood!"

An MI-8 took off from the border of Lower California. There were 20 soldiers in it. They were all EDM elite teams. They were all wearing black training uniforms and DEM special masks with the team logo on them.

An eagle with its wings spread high, and a bust of Victor on it.

Well, it's a new design. Isn't it cool?

"Gentlemen, all we have to do is complete the mission! We are not afraid of any time, any place, or any hardship!"

The commander was a police sergeant with deep eyes and a heavy voice.

The helicopter flew towards the destination. Gunshots were heard. It was suspended a few hundred meters away from the battlefield. All personnel were rappelling down. When they were about to retract the rope, they saw the radar sound an alarm.

"The ground target is approaching quickly!"

The pilot made a cool maneuver, but the missile actually tracked after flying over.

"FIM-92!!! (Stinger!)" The pilot looked back, cursed, and controlled the helicopter to dodge with an ugly face, even going into the woods below.

"Victor bless him, gentlemen, let's go!" The police sergeant said after seeing this scene, and led the team to rush to the artillery support group.

On a small high point opposite, two blond and blue-eyed foreigners were wearing camouflage uniforms. One of the freckled men looked very young, but his voice was a little rough. "Hey, I missed!"

The other man carried a stinger and frowned, "There are rats coming."

The freckled man blew his bangs, like an old friend, and said with a smile, "Brev, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid of the Mexican police?"

"I'm surprised they have a helicopter. You have trained with the Mexican special forces before. They are simply rotten."

Brev frowned, "My intuition tells me that these people are not simple."

This sounds funny, but it makes the freckled man's expression condensed, "Are you sure?"

Seeing the other party nod, he was very single, "Then retreat!"

They are "consultants" hired by drug dealers. From their appearance, you can tell that they have served in the US military and have a lot of practical experience.

Brev's "intuition" saved them many times on the battlefield.

"Be careful!" He suddenly pulled the freckled man down to squat, and a string of bullets hit the earthen wall behind him, making a piupiupiu sound.

"Fuck, they're coming so fast!" The freckled man shouted, and when he looked up, he saw a team of police officers approaching from a distance. It was obvious that the other party had discovered them a long time ago.

Nonsense!

You are standing there pretending to be a Super Saiyan with a yellow hair?

Who can't see you?

"Kill them!" The police sergeant who led the team was stunned when he saw that the other party didn't look like a Mexican, and gave an order.

Catch them alive? That will only cause unnecessary danger, and it depends on whether they can survive.

Brave said viciously: "Kill them out, fuck! Fuck!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the other party directly fired a rocket launcher at them.

Brave and his men shot planes, and these police officers directly hit people!

He pulled the freckled man and jumped under the small high point. The huge shock wave behind him directly "blew" the two people away and fell heavily to the ground.

This shows a truth.

Rambo is fake!

What about the people who may not be blown away?

Brave felt his internal organs shifted. He stood up with willpower, supported the freckled man and ran into the forest.

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"Hold it! Protect your plantation, pick up your weapons and kill the police outside!"

"Raise it, rush out, these police want to destroy your wealth, kill them, you can not only protect the plantation, but also get a $100 reward."

In the valley, drug dealers armed the farmers, gave them weapons, and brainwashed them.

"Mr. Guzman gave you all this, they let you have food to eat and not starve to death, but now someone wants to take your land, what are you going to do?"

"Kill them!" I don't know who shouted, and then there was an angry roar.

Zolf Sherman and the "Infantry Police" were about to rush into the valley, and heard a shout from inside!

And then hundreds of...farmers? Drug dealers?

Holding sickles, dung forks and sticks?

This scene stunned the police officers of the Terrorist Mobile Team. The one who was at the front subconsciously lowered his gun, but a woman slashed his head with a sickle. The helmet blocked it, and the sickle slid down and embedded directly into his shoulder.

The police officer screamed and kicked the other party away. Looking at the sickle on his shoulder, his heart was shaking.

These drug dealers actually used their family members as weapons?

The 2,000 hectares of planters in the valley support tens of thousands of farmers. They are also the interests of drug dealers. When the police are cracking down on drugs, they are actually the most resistant.

Sometimes...

They just want a bite to eat.

The drug dealers know this very well, so they will focus on this point when recruiting people.

The most important thing is... the Mexican authorities themselves are unreliable. They deleted the farmers' interests in the land in the constitution.

And then...

You know!

Zolph Sherman's eyes changed, but he quickly recovered, pressed the communication tool, and calmly gave the order, "Shoot!"

"Anyone who takes up arms to resist is a drug dealer!"

"What we have to do is to clean them up."

Civilians? Drug dealers?

Mr. Victor has the right to judge.

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